NOTE: Renesmee's perception about her life, Two years after the Cullen's move to Alaska. It's good I promise.

This chart should be helpful to follow the story. The (*) is her current age and location. I own nothing. Enjoy…

-Nessie's age and Location Chart-

Year 1-3 years- Forks, WA

Year 2-5 years-Forks/Port Angeles, WA

Year3-8 years-Port Angeles, WA

Year4-10 years-Port Angeles, WA

Year 5-12 years-Port Angeles, WA

Years 6- 15 years-Healy, AK

*Year 7 -17 years-Healy, AK

TWO Years Later...

CHAPTER 11 –My Meaningless Life -

It is never good to have an indecision about everything. Or make an indecisive decision. When I try to daydream my mind always seems to wander… to him. This was continual in my life, it happened more often when I moved to Alaska. Two Hundred and fifty miles north of Anchorage is Denali Bourough. About two thousand residents reside here and I have been one of them for the last two years. Denali Bourough consists of five towns. A bourough is, similar to a county in lamest terms. Specifically, I reside in the town of Healy. Population is a little over one thousand, even smaller than Forks, my former home town.

In this place there is a healthy number of bears that out populate humans and the humans main source of income is the Denali National Park. It is a major attraction out here, it's mainly animal watching, picnics and hiking. It is rather prosaic if you don't have someone to share it with. The best part is Denali is abundant in wildlife, perfect for my family to feed on. Being vampires, my family needs animals to satisfy their thirst. The reason, it's either feed upon the blood of animals or kill to dine on human blood. We believe human life is a precious gift and no one should take that gift from anyone. I also, occasionally drink animal blood.

My name, is Renesmee Carlie Cullen, I am half-breed, a hybrid, a half blood, a miscegenation. Half vampire, half human and no where near ordinary. Some people wonder about my name, which is normal, I think anyone would have the same question I had. Why in the world would my mother name me Renesemee? My name truly bothered me to no end, and it still does. I prefer Ness or Nessie. One day, a year ago to be exact, I gathered enough courage to ask my mother why she had decided to choose and give me such a ridiculous name. Her answer was so impetuous but it was still an acceptable answer, even a good answer. Before, I had been born, she constantly had names running through her head. Never the less, no name would do in her own mind. She told me I wasn't a normal child, so a normal name would never due. She elected for a made up name. She picked one name that satisfied her, all while giving honor to my grandparents.

She had other things to worry about besides my name. When, I was causing my mother distress and anxiety. Her life was almost cut short because of me. Guilt still lingers in me because of this. She knew it was never intentional harm and knew I was never willing to harm my mother. Though, because I did inflict damage, Jacob, a close family friend, and Edward, my daddy, were willing to destroy me because I was crippling momma in such a deathly way. Which is sort of ironic, considering they are the two men who sot out to slay me and are now the most crucial and influential people in my life. Both adored me so much, if not the same. All my family loved me but with daddy and Jacob I just felt it a little more. Mostly because they were so protective over me. The entire family smothered me, along with the pack. For a short period of time I hated that they constantly hung around me and contained me. Now, have been living in Alaska away from them all, now I wouldn't have it any other way and I really miss their lingering. With the remorse of almost killing momma still hanging over my head, I carried even more guilt to know that now, I could still possibly cause great deal of damage to all the people I love. It causes me to think back to my original home. A long time ago, when I caused a threat to my family once before.

Life in Forks was pleasant for a bit until a nosey neighbor started questioning my rapid growth. Older lady, in her seventies. I always found it mildly amusing that my father was older than that woman. She was shorter, with dark black dyed hair, wrinkles everywhere, you could almost read the time on her face. She is a very unhappy lady, life must have not treated her to well. I called her Old Lady Litman. All Etta Litman did was complain about her surroundings and not about herself. Called Charlie once because Aunt Alice drove at forty miles per hour on the main road. Then she showed up on Grandpa Carlisle's doorstep many times, asking how we keep looking so young and how I grew so fast. What would compel her to journey deep into the forest to ask Grandpa such a question is beyond me, but Grandpa's excuse was that I had an rare case of extreme growth hormone, that was introduced into my body. That cop-out was not good enough. She later wondered how I could be so intelligent for a almost two year old in a four year old's body. After that, we left Forks, when I was about four to live in Port Angeles for a bit. We didn't want anyone else wondering about my physical state. Although, it's not like I was even really allowed in public. We had to leave Forks which was difficult but necessary for a couple years. The entire family left to Port Angeles.

Grandpa worked part time at Harborview Medical but resigned after the Volturi had visited me in Port Angeles. From then the clan headed up further north to Alaska. We relocated near the Denali Coven who have been our extended vegetarian family for decades. After a year Grandpa Esme missed Forks, so her and Grandpa left us within the first six months. They explained it was nice living with us and the Denali Coven but Forks was somewhere Esme had become attached to. Their piece had been spoken and my grandparents left. Today, they still live in Forks. Grandpa couldn't take a job at Forks Hospital or Harborview in Seattle again because he looked to young, so he took a job at Olympic Medical center in Port Angeles. A seventy minute drive was nothing to him.

Life in Healy, Alaska was okay, boring but okay. By this time my growing was barely beginning to slow, so I was able to get a part time job at a place called Lynx Creek Pizza. It gave me something to do since I still wasn't allowed to attend school. Eventually, Alice and Jasper moved back to Forks after a year in Healy. Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett stayed the longest, eighteen months, but at last they moved back to Forks also. Only Momma, Daddy and I were left in Healy now. Visitation with my family was regular. At least once a month my family would journey up north to visit my family, even Grandpa Charlie, Sue and Billy, had came for a visit. In the last couple of years they've been visiting us, but visits had wideled down to nothing, except Carlisle, with my monthly check ups.

Jake could never make it up here, he had responsibilities, which I understood, but I still missed him greatly. Two Years was just too long to stay away from him. I missed my family and my Jake. I needed them with me. Lately, Momma has also grown weary of Denali. It's hard for her to be so far away from Charlie. I've heard many arguments about this between my parents one too many times in the middle of the night when they assume I'm sleeping. Mainly, the bickering was about Old Lady Litman and something about Jacob being less tolerant because he was a wolf, whatever that meant. I drowned their arguments out with my Ipod. Especially, anytime my parents would make a slight negative comment about Jake. My temper and defensive nature towards Jake had gotten me grounded numerous times.

I've heard my mother and father's story one too many times also. As a "younger" child I always asked how momma and daddy fell in love. Usually, that was my bedtime story. So willingly they told their autobiography over and over again. My parents had time to tell their history until I fell asleep and anyone that knew my parents knew that had enough time to help aid me to slumber. Being vampires, there's no need for them to sleep, unlike me. That's just being a vampire, it comes with the territory. Though, even now, I know this tale by heart. If my parents had a book they would have an entire series by now. Well, I have my own story and it's about damn time it began. One day the pages in my book will be filled. Currently, I hardly have a chapter.

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"I'm sorry sir, but we're closed."

Slowly, his head turned around over his shoulder. His face was all too familiar. I have not seen those dark charcoal brown eyes in over two years. A huge grin spread across my face and he returned the same smile.

"Jake!?" I quickly placed the tub on the table next to me and ran to him, as he stood up. His hug was warm as usual and he still towered over me. He seemed taller than I remember and more husky but it was probably my lack of seeing him which resulted in his appearance being so foreign.

"Oh My Gosh!!! Jacob, what are you doing here?" The giddiness of my reaction clearly showed through when he laughed at me.

"I needed to see my Lock Ness Monster."